This is a song about "Come thru coppin shit with my johnny danng on aayyyeee"

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

With all that infinite wisdom, can't you come up with better shit.

So come on baby, someone like you makes my dream come true

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Man i was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/

Now am moving thru life n your my navigation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Washed away the mirror, out my mouth come random shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket